- I met his furious gaze.
- I didn’t understand. I was complying. Why was he still angry?
- He stared, then started to laugh.
- “Fine. If you won’t drink it, then give us a live
- reenactment of the video.”
- I still didn’t react. I just wanted to leave.
- My defiance enraged him. He gestured. The
- guards grabbed me.
- く
- He ground my face into the floor. I choked
- out, “Get off me!”
- “Finally talking! Too late!”
- He let me go after one last stomp, ordering
- the guards to pour the broken glass and
- spilled liquor into my mouth.
- My eyes burned. I tried to scream, but
- couldn’t.
- Peter watched from the sofa. “Ready to give
- up yet?”
- This was his usual tactic.
- I’d begged for mercy before, just to make it
- stop.
- <
- Not today.. I closed my eyes.
- The glass tore at my throat. When the guards
- paused to refill the bottle, I coughed up blood
- and alcohol.
- Sarah looked at Peter.
- He frowned. She strutted over to me.
- She crouched down, spitting venom. “Think
- playing dead will work? Trash like you should
- just die.”
- I ignored her. She kept pushing.
- “Your real parents love me, the fake. Your
- foster mom’s probably dead from kidney
- failure. Your husband loves me. Why even
- bother living? Let me help you out. It’ll be
- <
- She grabbed the bottle, ready to continue.
- I looked at her and smiled. “You know the
- owner of Enterprises‘ wife is a real piece
- of work, right?”
- Her hand shook. Her eyes went wide. “What
- do you know?”
- Before I could answer, Peter pulled her away.
- “What the hell are you waiting for? Pour it
- down her throat!”
- The world went dark again. The paint
- intensified.
- I stopped fighting. I closed my eyes and
- passed out.
- く
- Peter thought I was faking.
- Then he saw the blood coming from my
- mouth and between my legs. He dropped his
- sunglasses, scooped me up, and ran to the
- hospital.
- Through the haze, I heard doctors yelling
- orders, Peter screaming for them to save me.
- I was so tired. I slipped away again.
- I woke up three days later.
- Peter looked relieved.
- “Thought you were so tough. It’s just some
- booze. Took you three days to wake up.”
- I closed my eyes. He softened his voice. “Rest
- up today. My surgery’s Monday. I need you
- there.”
- I opened my eyes and looked at him.
- I was finally free.
- Chapter 2
- Peter was nowhere to be seen that day.
- I wanted to visit my foster mom. She was in
- the ICU of the same hospital. No one knew
- she was there, no one cared, except for
- Patrick.
- I pulled out my IV and slowly got out of bed.
- Just that simple movement sent waves of
- pain through my abdomen.
- く
- My phone buzzed insistently. A sense of
- dread washed over me.
- It was Patrick. His voice was urgent.
- “Your foster mother is fading fast. Where are
- you? I’ll send a car.”
- My heart dropped. I ran barefoot to the ICU.
- Doctors were working frantically.
- Patrick stood by the window.
- “What happened to you?”
- Tears streamed down my face. Grief, anger,
- resentment… it all came pouring out.
- “This is all Peter’s fault! And you helped him!
- く
- His eyes flashed. He gestured to his
- assistant.
- A pair of soft slippers appeared by my feet.
- He helped me up. “Put these on.”
- I didn’t move. I stared at my foster mom.
- Time stretched and twisted. Every second felt
- like an eternity.
- Thirty minutes later, the doctor stopped. A
- white sheet covered her.
- I fainted.
- I dreamed of swirling gray, a bright light in
- the distance. My foster mom waved.
- <
- I ran toward her. “Mom! Don’t leave me! Take
- me with you!”
- The light seemed to hesitate, then brought
- her closer.
- I hugged her tight, sobbing. “Mom, take me with you!”
- She sighed, stroked my hair like she used to. “Be good, Summer. Live your life.”
- I woke up.
- Patrick sat beside my bed, a signed check on
- the pillow.
- “I’ve taken care of everything. Your mother’s
- ashes are at Green Hills Cemetery. This is for
- <
- I looked at the number.
- “Three hundred and fifty thousand? For three
- years as Peter’s plaything? You’re cheap, Patrick.”
- He didn’t answer, just studied me.
- I’d always been afraid of him, of his shrewd
- gaze.
- But not this time. I met his eyes.
- He looked surprised.
- He glanced at my chart, then wrote another
- check, for a million dollars.
- “I’m sorry. I didn’t realize the miscarriage…
- L
- that it would… affect your ability to have
- children.”
- “You and Peter are family. No need to apologize. Just pay up.”
- I took both checks and tucked them away.
- He seemed to want to say more, but I didn’t respond. He left, telling me to rest.
- As soon as he was gone, I finally let myself
- cry.
- Peter was back in the hospital that night, prepping for surgery.
- He didn’t get to bed until ten.
- He’d had a single bed added to his private
- I didn’t want to talk, so I turned my back to
- him.
- I could feel his eyes on me.
- I waited for some cruel prank.
- Instead, he said, “Get some rest.
- I almost thought I’d imagined it.
- I waited, but he didn’t say anything else. I listened to his breathing even out, finally
- believing he really meant it.
- I didn’t sleep. The doctors woke him early.
- He went through the pre–op routine, glancing
- at me every now and then.
- く
- When I looked back, he’d quickly look away.
- Sarah strutted in, gushing fake concern.
- Peter ignored her. The doctor shushed her.
- I followed his gurney to the operating room.
- He kept looking back at me. The cruelty was gone from his eyes.
- I looked away, uncomfortable.
- Right before they wheeled him in, he called out to me. “Summer, when I get out of here…
- I’ll get your eyes fixed. You’ll see again.”
- The doctor leaned down. “Mr. Knight, we
- need to begin. Please try to stay calm.”
- <
- He mumbled something and kept his eyes
- locked on mine.
- I glimpsed a vulnerability I didn’t want to explore. I murmured something back.
- As soon as he was gone, Sarah cornered me.
- “How did you know about me and the guy from? Tell me!”
- I was too weak to deal with her. Patrick
- appeared, rescuing me.
- He led me to a waiting car, handed me a card
- with the cemetery information.
- “You’re really leaving? No regrets about the
- Hayes family?”
- く
- I laughed bitterly.
- I’d endured three years, signed two
- agreements, all to get away.
- One to sever ties with the Hayes family after the wedding.
- The other to care for Peter while he funded
- my foster mom’s treatment.
- My foster mom was gone. There was no one
- left to miss.
- Patrick saw me thinking. “I know you
- struggled. But the Hayes family gave you a better life, didn’t they?”
- He didn’t understand.
After I left, My Crazy Husband Begged for Forgiveness Chapter 3
After I left, My Crazy Husband Begged for Forgiveness Chapter 3
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After I left, My Crazy Husband Begged for Forgiveness English Novel
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